This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Friday, September 21, 2012
revolution...?
I can't shake the feeling that wooden puppets in Vicenza are quietly plotting the overthrow of Paris. Once accomplished, splinter groups will go against the grain of a limited upheaval.
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